I saw four grown men suddenly transform into 10 year old boys as they all gathered round plotting different ways to jump on Old Joe's back. The women stood by giggling and secretly praying that Joe would buck them off or kick them in a sensitive place. I know it's not nice, but it's funny.
They tried unsuccessfully a few times. They got close, and then ran back screaming. I didn't have the heart to point out that Old Joe is named OLD for a reason. He wasn't putting up much of a fight, but don't tell them that.
I've never seen my cousin more serious. How many men does it take to get on a horse? Apparently too many. What would he have done without all that moral support?
And now he's a cowboy. Old Joe literally did not move; I don't even think he knew what was going on. My other cousin squealed with delight, quickly gaining confidence after seeing that this wild and crazy horse could actually be tamed. He decided he needed to go for a ride too. And when I say "ride", I really mean "sitting on the horse proudly getting his picture taken."
Hang on tight boys! Horses are unstable and violent creatures.
Yes, everyone is watching. Yes, we are all very proud of you. Yes, you are big boy's now.
At one point, I'm pretty sure they started talking about how impressed the ladies would be if they knew these strong men had riden a wild horse. Except Old Joe's not wild, but that will be our little secret.
Once they conquered riding the horse, they were quickly distracted by my one year old son blowing bubbles. Off to another adventure. And I still don't understand men.
